J arring solitude of the abyss, desolate shelter
U nder the void's familiar, numbing blanket of ashes.
L ove descends, tentatively, in a rope of radiance,
I n a river of blood that carries to unforeseen shores.
A nd He whispers your name.

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This one is for My Mental Disaster. Your personal "Relentless II", though I couldn't voice it so well.

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